Renny Petra is an archer mage who is also passionate about fighting and puts magic into her own interests. But it's not that she bends her bow and shoots arrows on the battlefield.

Magicians are not like warriors and ordinary soldiers, whose duty is to fight, and they do not find it difficult to accept death on the battlefield. The group of people who did not accept it did not go to become professional soldiers at all, but scattered all over the country to become adventurers and rangers.

Magicians were convinced that their purpose of existence was much more noble than that of warriors, and that their lives were far more precious than the enemies they killed, so they would not expose themselves to the battlefield at all.

When humans fight with ordinary monkeys, the winning side is definitely the one who can use weapons better and has a larger body, but in the face of a monkey who grabs a stone and attacks madly, no one will choose to fight with the monkey, but will be the first to escape. Desperately trying to kill the monkey and get several wounds on his own, it's not worth it for humans.

This is the psychology of mages when facing soldiers on the battlefield, so those who are not good at fighting will not step into the battlefield at all, nor will they serve the army. Skilled mages will hide in a safe place and use their own traps to attack their enemies.

Renny Petra is one such magician. The huge chest in front of the Sword Protector Temple was empty, and in the dilapidated building of the Sword Guard Temple, a young woman dressed in black veils grabbed a pure white bladeless six-sided magic sword to channel her magic power into it.

More than fifty percent of the hexahedron separated from the magic sword has been absorbed, and as long as the absorption rate reaches 100%, the magic sword will suck the huge building outside the window into it.

Only fifty percent of the work was done, and the woman who was wielding the magic sword was not satisfied with this speed, but she had no choice but to blame herself for not being proficient. Unable to use the sword in his hand proficiently.

The other inhabitants of the temple were staring nervously at the huge box outside, fearing that something might happen. They don't look away even the slightest, as if they think that as long as they keep watching, what they worry about won't happen.

Idealistic theories generally exist only in the aesthetic world, and the objective world is materialistic and does not shift due to human inhibition. Even if these residents don't want trouble anymore. But what should appear will still appear objectively.

Just as the first side of the box had obscured the sun, the sky was obscured by a huge dark cloud for a second.

People didn't know where the cloud came from, they kept staring at the sky, they didn't blink, but they still noticed something strange in the sky after a shake.

"Oh no, you shouldn't have put a magician in!"

The woman with the sword said this, and she looked through the window to the sky, as if she knew what was about to happen.

The temple dwellers rubbed their eyes and stared at the dark clouds that covered the sunlight, when suddenly one of them noticed. The cloud did not seem to be a cloud, but something small.

"It's an arrow!!"

The martial artist who had cultivated the ability of internal organs among the residents suddenly exclaimed, he was very sure of what he saw in his eyes.

The old magician, who was hiding in the mountains and forests in the distance, felt that he had already earned his money by venturing to find the dragon this time. Although the dragon has not seen it yet, it has solved a small secret in the woman Renny Petra.

The clouds are made of arrows, and Renny Petra casts her magic spell on the excess mana left over from the daily break and fires magic arrows into the sky. None of these arrows will fall, as they are all stored in an enclosed magical space at their disposal.

Renny Petra is forty-seven years old, and her face is still the same as when she was magical. No matter how you look at it, she is a young woman, but all the years she has experienced are recorded in the arrow clouds condensed in the sky at this time.

From the age of seventeen. She tried to shoot hundreds of arrows into the sky every day before she rested, and for nearly a decade, she had learned to use every ounce of magic with precision, firing thousands of arrows into the sky every night.

At the age of seventeen she shot with a bow and arrow, and then with a mechanical crossbow, and a servant was in charge of preparing the crossbow for her. She just needs to pull the trigger. Now she just waved her hand into the sky and gave a command to the elves attracted by her magic, and hundreds of invisible elves helped her shoot arrows into the air.

She also shoots several arrows with her bow every day, and those arrows are of a special material, and she will use these arrows to guide the arrows that are thrown into the sky by the elves. It's like the head horse of the horse crowd.

At this moment, a 'head horse' broke out of the tens of millions of arrows in the clouds, and with hundreds of ordinary arrows pierced like an awl into the center of the upper side of the box, where the endurance was most vulnerable.

A wave of arrows smashed into the box, causing no damage, but it was only a tenth of a day's worth of arrows. Then came an army of tens of thousands of arrows for ten days, all of which struck and broke off the solid walls of the box. This is followed by thirty days, one hundred days, and five hundred days.

In front of the Sword Protector Temple, a storm had been stirred up by the impact of arrows, and the hurricane carried the broken arrows and struck a qiē within five hundred meters around the hexahedron. The inhabitants of the temple had closed all the windows to prevent the broken arrows from rushing into the house and hurting people. People could only hide in their houses, expressing genuine fear at the magician's wrath, and huddle in the corners and shivering.

The storm lasted thirty minutes before it ended, and the young woman, the user of the six-sided magic sword, grasped the sword and felt the advice coming from the blade. The hexahedron, which had been halfway successful before, was completely shattered.

Outside the temple, the warriors who had been trapped before finally saw the sky again, although there were a bunch of very scary things floating in the sky.

Natty was exhausted, and while Renny Petra's arrows were attacking the box from the outside, she also grabbed her own cart of iron arrows and attacked the two-hundred-meter-high ceiling from the inside.

Throwing an iron arrow to 200 meters also requires it to ensure a certain amount of penetration, which is quite a physically demanding task. It's good that ordinary martial artists can throw thirty meters, but fortunately, Nati's internal organs and upper limbs are developed, and it's not completely impossible to do it.

During the hours that the warriors were locked up, they spent a great deal of time measuring the length and width of the small black house, looking for the center point of the canopy so that they could attack. The magician Renny Petra spends more time connecting with the arrows that she has shot into the sky for more than thirty years.

These arrows are the basis of her life, and she has used them twice in total, including once today. She was going to use it when she was slaying the dragon, but today's bad luck had reduced her stock by a third. On average, it was more than ten years of hard work, and this consumption made her feel painful.

Watching the shattered huge magic box building around him gradually disappear, and looking at the appearance around the Sword Protector Temple like an arrow grassland, Renny Petra's heart was on fire, and she clenched her fists hard in her room, her nails piercing her palms and bleeding all over the ground.

Just when the warriors were still celebrating their escape. When Nattie felt sorry for a car of scrapped iron arrows. From the window of Renny Petra's workshop came the angry roar of the sorceress, "One hundred and one wind elves!"

It's a command spell.

The magician's magic has been cast, and she is now manipulating it with words.

As soon as Reni Petra's voice fell, there was a slight commotion among the broken arrows scattered all over the ground. A complete arrow suddenly rose into the air, followed by a hundred broken arrows that followed closely into the sky.

Before the warriors could react to the situation, the one hundred and one arrows flew towards the Sword Protector Temple and smashed on the ruined stone wall.

The warriors finally understood when they saw this. I was locked up just now, but the people in this temple are making trouble, and the six-sided magic sword has not been lost, it is in this temple. They don't know what they're thinking. But they want to arrest their own people.

The warriors who figured out the situation were no less angry than the magicians, and wanted to rush to the temple and grab them all, interrogating them as if they were doing what they did. However, their speed is still not as fast as Renny Petra, "Three hundred and three wind elves!!"

As the sound fell, more broken arrows floated up and attacked the temple. The warriors followed, including Natty, who attacked the temple.

The people in the temple were horrified to see this, they didn't expect the revenge to come so quickly.

Renny Petra was originally a good person, although the magic she learned was suitable for fighting. But there weren't many fights in my life. This time, she was angry, and she came to save money on weekdays. Use all the money to buy arrows and throw them into the sky. Whether it was windy or rainy, even on the terrible typhoon day in Rozelaven, she had to move her arrows out and shoot them into the sky.

She couldn't understand whether she had worked so hard to prevent being put in a box by someone who didn't know why, and she didn't offend anyone or do anything bad, she just sat honestly in the room. As a result, a third of the fruits of a lifetime's hard work were lost.

Women are stingy, and sorceresses are even more so. The more she thought about it, the more troubled she became, and she couldn't help but drink a bottle of magic potion and yelled, "One hundred thousand and one wind elves, listen to me!"

The roar was heard. Almost all the broken arrows on the ground floated, as if someone had poured water into the land and turned it into a pool, so that the wooden arrows floated on the water.

The swords were aimed at the temple and seemed ready to destroy it. The previous two attacks had blasted off half of the temple's walls, revealing and shivering those hiding inside. It can be seen that most of them are ordinary people, but they don't know why they want to cooperate with the magician to carry out such a move.

"It's too much of a deception!

Suddenly, a deafening cry came from inside the temple.

"Archer mage, do you really think I won't pretend to be you a second !!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ceiling appeared above the head of the warrior who was running towards the temple. This time, the other five walls did not consume as much time as before, and appeared almost at the same time as the ceiling, reloading the warriors who had just escaped from the trap.

After reminding Renipetra of this, it seemed that the six-sided magic sword could be used many times a day, at least that's what she had heard.

Seeing the second box in the sky appear, she hurriedly threw the floating arrows that were about to attack to the ground.

"The user of the six-sided sword, we don't have a grudge of our own, do we?" she froze.

The second box didn't contain too many warriors, probably only two-thirds of the previous ones. The people who were put in were those who wanted to attack the temple to get justice, including Nattie, and some people who didn't want to make a fuss about it, and they had been standing with Renny Petra's house, and their choice proved to be very wise.

Renny Petra wasn't going to waste another third of her life opening the box again.

The woman in the temple saw that the fellow in the house was soft, and decisively gave a step, and praised the real rain of arrows in her hand just now. The two sorceresses put on a heroic look. To the sound of those warriors who were not put in, it seemed that one of them was in the workshop and the other was in the temple, and they had already cherished each other.

These warriors understand this, and if they were themselves, eighty percent would do the same. However, he would sneak up on the magician at a more opportune time, such as a cloudy night, and put a knife on her back. Or ass, in short, will get justice for themselves. The warriors also knew that Eighty percent of Renny Petra would not do this, not because she was not interested in women's butts, but because this guy was a timid and fearful magician. No matter how powerful he is, he is only a magician.

Renny Petra drove away in her workshop, depressed, and the face she had received over the years was like that of a young girl.

She always felt that there were many things she couldn't understand about today's affairs, why was the six-faced demon sword so obsessed with catching martial artists, and the dragon thing was also very weird. I've never heard of a dragon appearing out of nowhere. There is speculation on the street that the vanished sea has disturbed the dragon and caused it to come to the mainland from one of the islands where it lives. But is that really the case?

The magician bandaged himself with the wound that had been pierced by his fingernail in the palm of his hand, and went back to bed. Outside the window is the undulating scenery, and the road is bumpy, but you can't feel it inside the house. She decided to find a place with a lot of people, preferably a town, a small town without the weird legends of the six-faced magic sword. I believe it will be slightly safer there.

The warriors who were exposed by the boxes were not sure that there would be a third box hood coming down. Now that even the archery mage has slipped away, there is no reason for him to stay here. So they followed the butt of the Magician's Workshop and moved into the distance. The clouds of arrows in the sky faded away, returning to where they had been for years.

Nati was locked in the box and was depressed, and she was sure that she wouldn't be able to get out of it so easily this time, which was what her sixth sense told her. The other martial artists were the same, they could only hope that the magician and the other martial artists outside would come to save them, but they also knew that the possibility was basically equal to zero.

"Sure enough, I should have gone with Master Banser...... "Nattie remembered the situation when she met Banserle a few days ago. She regretted it quite a bit.

Bansel remembered while she was having dinner. It seemed like she hadn't showered in a month, and she saw that her only arm was covered in black ash.

She was now following a brigade of six people, all of whom were moon-level warriors during the period.

The era when dragon slaying required thousands of troops has passed, and with the increase in the population of the White Moon Country, it is not uncommon for martial artists to do so. The magicians' skills in cultivating the magic array are also constantly increasing. The current Ultimate Cultivation Magic Array can already cultivate a child with good talent to a near-star Cheng Dù, and those with better talent can initially get in touch with the moon-level doorway. Despite this, the number of moon-level martial artists is still small, and now they are attracted by all the dragons.

All those who stand on the magic array and cultivate, there is no one who has never fantasized about confronting the dragon alone, this is romance and dreams. Now that his dream has a chance to come true, the hermit warrior who originally finished his cultivation and chops firewood and farmed at home to protect his hometown took his bags and weapons on his back and began his belated adventure.

Of the six members of Banser's team, she was the only one female, and the others were all men and quite young.

She's going to join these people, but she's actually interested in them. It was a strange thing for so many young martial artists to gather, and thinking of her own experience of achieving great achievements, she suspected that these people might have some contact with the Ultimate Cultivation Magic Array.

However, after a few days of contact, she found that these people did not know each other before the trip, and they really met along the way. And each of them had shown affection for his dirty, one-handed self, much to Bansher's embarrassment.

It's not that she hasn't thought about getting married, but she has never met a good partner. She was optimistic about a man, not in the team, that person was only recently promoted from the local accumulated military industry in Baiyue City, but that guy was already followed by a girl. Although the girl didn't look like his lover

Compared to hairy boys, Banser likes more mature men. However, she knows that with her body with only one arm left, there should be nothing to pick on, but that does not mean that the confessions of these peers need to be accepted with gratitude. She always felt that these boys were acting to the rhythm of the epic story sung in the song.

The brave man leaves his hometown with a shield and a sword, makes companions and meets beautiful girls. They climbed mountains and mountains to the top of cliffs, looking for evil dragons, not for treasure, but only to remove the calamity and defend the side.

Banselle felt like the pretty girl in the song, she didn't have a bronze mirror at hand, and she regretted not being able to see her face in the pot full of water when she was cooking in the morning.

Isn't he pretty? Because he's a martial artist and a possessor of magic power, he should be beautiful, right?

She and her brigade were camping, and they were entering the Wanghai Mountains faster than anyone else. Although this mountain is not steep, it stretches extremely wide, and the evil dragon is in the center of the mountain, and it is impossible to move too quickly when carrying a large number of props into the mountain.

The movement speed of a team depends on the slowest one in the team, and there is someone in the team who has not cultivated his lower limbs, so everyone has to accommodate his speed.

In the camp, dinner is much more satisfying than lunch. Just when everyone in the team thought that today would be as ordinary as yesterday, a dragon's low roar was heard in the distance, which sounded like a particularly loud cow's bark.

Immediately afterward, everyone felt a strong gust of wind pass over their heads.

The dragon left the lair and went out to harm people. (To be continued......)